Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Venezuela and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Gap Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Drexciya,
Tropical Tobacco,
Don Cherry,
Cymande,
the Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Marmalade,
Steve Hackett,
Severed Heads,
Little Man,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Make Up,
Saccharine Trust,
Audionom,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fugazi,
Absolute Body Control,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Happenings,
The Slackers,
Newcleus,
Deadbeat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eurythmics,
Cluster,
cv313,
Au Pairs,
Rotary Connection,
Swell Maps,
Circle Jerks,
This Heat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultravox,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Massinfluence,
The Techniques,
Flash Fearless,
Wasted Youth,
John Foxx,
Technova,
Bluetip,
Anthony Braxton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Animal Collective,
Public Enemy,
Das Ding,
The Modern Lovers,
The Grass Roots,
Unrelated Segments,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erasure,
Max Romeo,
Jawbox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.